Broad is the canvas
who can such changing scenes
aspire to mould
By far too approximated word
Is arrogance to be told
To encompass what is felt to be a blashpemy
To grapple with this transit of human refugee,
To grasp both here and now yet forfeit not eternity
This far off point of hope senses free of guilt that works,
In this brief spell of human life we live
To try to understand the fullest heritage of being
With the tools of life that are building nobler feeling
Upon a shooting star
from what we were to recognise we are.
The age in which we live
There are faculties of strength
Who deny eternities depth and length
and like the law
Incite both sides in every war
Leaving humanity in no mans land
Here actuals demand exacting thrad
The knowing of living
And the quick of the dead
Guilt like hypothetic debates
Inflates ego thriving on punctured belief
Understand Right and wrong is often
Options not available
Authority continues building a take
Housed upon perpetuating mistake.
This kindred soul
A woman of such excellence
Lived out lovingly
A poem so divine
To look to eternity
Become a part
Demands both heart
With constant mind
Forming a link
Well forged
Life moved though
Mountains of shifted faith
To knowing.
Circumstance
Often not to our inner liking
May give us a sense of inadequacy
Though if our choice
Could carry weight
We would wish things to be different.
Bridging our circumstance
Touch though beautiful
Does not enhance.
To aim for a preferential static reign
No matter how human history is written
or rewritten is an insult life
in its unfolding , life cancels out
with such beauty
and in its constant endeavour
Within now ensures forever.
Some terrain in no mans land
Can add to sheer delight
And like poppies before they became
Grim symbols of tragaedy
Grace circumstance.
Mankind frighteners
Like red black whiteners
(this is not dispair left?)
Amongst others
Dismiss the cost of sacrifice
As justified
Widows of those who died
In oceans of sad tears, cried.
Televised madness
Consumes heartfelt tears
Can leave us without
Enough tears
To attend in our reality
with personal loss.
Because of springs untouched
We blew cnvention to the winds
Together harmony prevailed
In simple acts together
Life became sanctified
Nature ever generous to the lovers
Showeredus with graciousness
In constant Journeys into her side
Nothing was taken for granted
And even conventions hostility
Drew us closer together,
Sharing the arterials of each others minds
We moved like spring
Once free from the same storms apart.